Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1411: Chapter 1411: Directly Tell Miranda Lewis to Get Lost Chapter 1411: Chapter 1411: Directly Tell Miranda Lewis to Get Lost Enna Clark’s cheeks were flushed with red, and she hurriedly dodged away, “I have no doubts anymore, no doubts at all.”

Baron Lawrence’s eyes flickered with a tinge of regret as he said regretfully, “You could have doubted.”

Enna Clark’s lips still retained the electrifying sensation from before; where would she have the courage to doubt him? She expressed firmly, “I have no doubts now, I really don’t.”

Baron Lawrence disappointedly averted his gaze, “It’s your own choice not to doubt; don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”

“Yeah.” She truly did not want that kind of opportunity.

She had agreed too quickly, so quickly that the flames in the depths of the handsome man’s eyes were ignited once again.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the displeasure in his chest, strode forward with his long legs, turned back, and authoritatively grasped her wrist, pulling her toward the direction of the beach.

The villa they were staying in was located at the most scenic part of the resort, but it was some distance from the beach, requiring a five-minute walk to get there.

But because Baron Lawrence was tall with long legs, what would have been a five-minute walk for Enna Clark he managed to make it only four.

When they arrived at the beach, most people had already departed, leaving only a few costume designers moving clothes around.

“What happened? Weren’t they just filming well? Why did they suddenly stop?”

“Who knows, it seems like the resort stopped allowing it.”

“Impossible, isn’t Lillian on good terms with Director Liu from Elysion? Her advertisement, why would the resort suddenly refuse to let them film?”

“I heard some big shot moved in, and the big shot wouldn’t allow it.”

“Big shot, what kind of big shot? Don’t they know about Lillian’s relationship with Director Liu? Why wouldn’t they give Director Liu any face?”

The two costume stylists complained while moving their things.

Their complaints just so happened to reach the ears of Enna Clark and Baron Lawrence, who were walking over.

Baron Lawrence frowned, glancing over the disordered beach with an impatient expression, “What’s going on, why haven’t they moved out yet?”

Scott Harris, who followed closely behind Baron Lawrence, immediately said, “Lord, I will handle it right away.”

“Hmm.” Extremely impatient!

Having followed him for so long, how could Scott Harris fail to see that he had reached the peak of his displeasure? He estimated that if Ms. Clark weren’t by his side, the Lord would have lost his temper already.

He didn’t delay, speeding up his pace as he hurried towards the busiest part of the beach.

The resort manager was negotiating with Miranda Lewis’s manager.

“I know you’ve already completed half of it, but there’s nothing I can do, Young Master Lawrence has ordered the beach to be cleared; I don’t want to interrupt your shooting, but I really can’t allow you to stay here.”

“But we’re just a few shots away, changing locations now would cost us more than 15 million at the least. Can you see if you can discuss with Young Master Lawrence, let us finish these few shots?”

The Manager looked at her as if he was looking at something absurd and immediately said, “This… I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

What a joke! Asking him to negotiate with Young Master Lawrence?

Who is he, and who is Young Master Lawrence?

Moreover, is Young Master Lawrence the kind of person who would negotiate? Asking him to go would be like sending him straight into the line of fire. What for?

If you’re capable, go negotiate yourself!

The Manager’s smile faded a bit as he urged, “Alright, hurry up and pack your things, Andie, you’ve already gone over the allotted time. If you don’t pack up, it’ll be difficult for me.”

The manager seemed as if she had been slapped across the face, fuming inside.